Looking back on the clumped soil which builds my graveyard of fate
My obvious mistakes
my misfortune
I see a red flag and a white
at each respective side
many nights visited both
in dreamy ignorance
From battered memory to illusory perception
All in me
I decode the theme of moment
what was I thinking
Where was a deciding factor
Was all without reason or thought
I could never refill one hole with stone or gravel
and no dirt to give
No grave could hold this sacred on any level
My holes and piles of unsorted stones
found along the way
Build great unplanned paths leading in every direction
The pebbles I palm tell me nothing
Even if they did
I was unable to hear or swallow
The divide I have reached now Is to wide to cross safe
Stumble around but no paths bridge that gap
Rather than leap into the nothing
before I dive into the dark
I drop to my knees
I can not identify one material in which all of this is made
Save broken glass
Before I know it
I am bleeding warm red tears of ignorance onto the surface
Thus out of Ignorance this pain took effect
On soiled hands
dropped to my knees
in the dark of solitude
before the divide
I found a grave within the confines of myself
I have never been able to fill